iage to that lovely church, which nestles like a white dove in
among the hills, and hear preaching that will fatten his soul with
celestial manna-dew, exchange warm greetings with hundreds who thank
him for the privilege they enjoy at his hand, and ride home, rejoicing
all the way, to be the agent by which a door is opened for light and
truth in a new region?

His happiness continues to flow. All his reasonable expectations are
fulfilled, and he seems to live longer in a single day, on a single
Sunday now, than he once did in a twelvemonth; it makes him so happy to
know he has made many others happy. But with the increase of fortune,
comes the increase of desire, and he finds another thing lacking; a new
project leaps into his mind, and the last scene opens.

There are a great many poor people in Summerfield. Several causes have
combined to make them poor. Most of them are very worthy, and have
interesting children. All of them are God's sons and daughters, and
should not pine in want and grief amid so much wealth and country. If
a Poor Man's Home were established on a large and productive farm, and
put under judicious management, how much suffering might be alleviated!
How many aged heads lie down on soft pillows of peace! How many aged
hearts, unburdened of grief, and made to run over with flowing tears of
gratitude! How many of the disabled and unfortunate, placed beyond
reach of want and misery! How many bright children snatched from the
errors and temptations that lurk in the way of poverty, and clothed and
educated in virtues and lessons, that would place them on a footing
with rich men's children, and lead them to lives of usefulness and
honor! How many orphans provided for, and how many widows made to sing
in their hearts for joy!

He has means sufficient to do most of the building himself, and endow
the Home; and with a little help from others, the institution is
completed; and he sees bright glancing wings of joy hovering at doors
where grief has been a constant guest; Comfort wiping tears from eyes
long accustomed to weep; and Virtue and Knowledge leading large
processions of rescued children on their heavenward way. He is rich
and happy as he can hope or desire to be on earth, and he lies down to
sweet dreams on the last night of his Week of Castle Building, and with
those dreams the visions of affluence close.

XXV.

A WEEK OF REALITY.

During that memorable week, while those splendi